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Amy's body swayed, a mix of genuine and feigned weakness, partially because she hadn't expected Quinn to have the audacity to push her, at the same time, she would never cease a chance to make the bitch look bad. She slumped to the floor, a gasp of pain escaping her lips.

Dylan stepped forward, his long legs closing the distance as he shoved Quinn away, bellowing at her. "Are you crazy?! How could you hurt Amy? She's pregnant! How could you be so cruel?!"

The shove landed Quinn on her back, and she felt as though her soul had been sucked from her body. Her entire being felt numb and empty, much like the room that seemed to hold her emotionally captive. Her energy was drained, her mind heavy with exhaustion. She was so tired, she just wanted to close her eyes.

"She's pregnant? No wonder…" she muttered to herself, the pieces clicking into place. At last, she understood why her own sister would go so far as to poison her cup and rob her of her baby.

Through her increasingly blurry vision, she watched as Dylan crouched in front of Amy, tenderly gathering her in his arms. Even during the days when he pretended to care for her—when her parents were still alive—he had never shown her such affection. She felt like a joke. She knew she had always been one—the stupid, good-for-nothing eldest daughter of the Wright family, betrayed by her husband, dethroned by her sister. She thought she had grown used to the cruelty life had dealt her, but this time, the harsh reality stung deeper than ever.

"Did you know I was pregnant too?" she asked softly, her voice devoid of emotion.

It took Dylan a few seconds to register her words. He paused and turned to look at her pale face, her chapped lips gasping for air, her eyes frail as if they would close soon . Finally, his gaze drifted to her stomach—flat as ever.

He frowned in disgust. "You? Pregnant? You don't look like—"

"Unfortunately, your beloved poisoned my drink." Her dull eyes regained a spark, but this time, they were darker—cruel and filled with so much hatred that even Dylan recoiled slightly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded, his forehead creasing as he gently placed Amy on the couch.

"Ask her," Quinn said through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with rage. "She wouldn't deny it. She killed my child."

"Wh–why would you say something like that, Quinn? You were never pregnant to begin with, were you? Don't frame me for something I didn't do…" Amy's voice rose in feigned indignation. Her expression was one of hurt innocence as she added, "I know you hate me, but that doesn't mean you can slander me."

Seeing Amy's mockery disguised as innocence made Quinn's entire body burn with rage. She could barely think straight. Summoning every ounce of strength left in her battered body, she staggered to her feet, clutching the headrest of the couch to keep herself upright.

Her health no longer mattered. Years of suppressed pain and anguish erupted within her, leaving only anger and seething hatred.

"You murdered my child! You killed an innocent life! Why?!" Her voice cracked with fury.

Like a frightened animal, Amy ran into Dylan's arms, clutching him tightly as if he were her savior. Pressing her face into his chest, she whispered in a low, tempting voice, "What's wrong with her? Has she lost her mind? Will she hurt me?" Suddenly, she gasped sharply and placed a trembling hand over her stomach, her face paling.

"My stomach…" She looked up at Dylan with tearful eyes, slowly guiding his hand to rest on her belly. "Our baby is so scared."

That was all Dylan needed. He rose to his feet, his expression dark as he glared at Quinn.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Have you completely lost it?!"

Quinn's gaze sharpened, her mind clearer than ever. Slowly, she chuckled, the sound low and ominous, sending chills down the spines of the two wedding planners nearby.

"No," she said, her voice eerily calm. "I haven't lost my mind. But you…" She pointed at both Dylan and Amy. "You've lost your humanity. You're worse than monsters."

She paused, her eyes drifting to the vase on the table. A twisted smile curled on her lips. "Monsters hurt children. That's why they're destroyed."

With that, she grabbed the vase.